It is too late

IT IS TOO LATE
 

I work day and night,
I am exhausted
My life passed by. . .
I’m not your lover
I’m not your lawful wife.
‘Every age is right
For love’, Pushkin said
But my mirror says:
It is too late!


If yes, please take care of yourself
Perhaps you’ll find someone younger
But there will always be a spark
Between the two of us
And up till now,
I’ve loved you very much.


You are late, as well
My fire went out
It is fate’s irony
I don’t want to live
In this cold agony!
Don’t tempt my soul, ever again
Unrequited love
Is even worse
You end up lonely and dispensable.
This barieer appeared
Between us
Follow your own way,
I choose to let you go…
I will be keeping you close
In my heart and thoughts
I will pray for you
And that way, I’ll regain
My peacefulness.
Where will my life end-
It is yet unrevealed.


You were on Skype!
And I was late
You left me a voicemail
But I’m still unaware
Of what you’re doing
And where you are…
I believe truly
That you still remember
Our love, that so cruelly
Larked with us.
I adored you so
I waited so long.
All those days,
All those precious years
With the wind - gone.

18-06-2014
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AP (the original version – ru)